Always before, I was with my children. Amazing as those times were, I was busy being a parent. And I didn’t have a camera.

I gave myself a personal day to play, paint brush in one hand and camera in the other. I pondered posting of this magnificent, somewhat hidden treasure. But then I realized I don’t have a big enough following to worry about what I like to think of as a secret in the city. City Museum, St. Louis, MO. They craft and make with donated items, re-purposing at the very core in oh so cool ways.

Anyway, a couple weeks ago I got word that they were repainting rollers they re-purposed to the likes of spindles along stairway and balcony railings. Art Deco painting. Yeah, baby! And they were opening it to the public, via paid general admission, during an announced date and time. Yes! Yes! Yes! However, being the responsible adult I generally am, duty called and the moment was lost. The first time for them to be repainted in 20 years. So when I heard there was to be another session, I informed my client I would not be working that day, no matter what. I am soooooo glad I took my camera. (If you haven’t guessed, there are some pictures.) The rollers got me there, but then……

Did I mention the caves and 10-story high slides, and constructs of wire and other mediums forming human habitrails throughout? Yes, any time you see a big spiraling wire structure, people are able to travel through such, sometimes several stories above ground.

I didn’t even go to the outdoor MonstroCity, though you can see snippets of such through a couple windows. Next time.

But until then, I hope you enjoy the pictures. (Categories: The Rollers, Wired Up, Caves, Eclectic Assortment)

A recent cherished visit with family in the Emerald City presented a bonus visit to a tiny and magical Emerald Land deep in the heart of….. Okay, it was a casual stride across the narrow street in a charming neighborhood of Wallingford, followed by the ascension of several steps. Such steps have been the pathway to the residing place of the creator of a local known Christmas Holiday display adored by so many in recent years. This summer, Fairies have taken up residency in a much more secluded manner. It appears they are quite happy here and are making plans to expand upon their established real estate in a most Eco-friendly way.

Stepping out this morning, glints of shimmering light drew my attention to the bird bath. Turning my gaze I was blessed with a most amazing sight of textured abstract in angles, lines and various other shapes in natures own surface ice sculpture.

More angles on the angles.

Textures above, below, and beyond.

Triangle on ice. My son wants me to send a copy to his Pre-Algebra teacher. They currently studying geometry.

More textures, angles, and shapes.

Ice Abstract atop Oak Leaves

“X” Marks the Spot

I captured what I could with my little Canon Coolpix. Within the half-hour, it was gone…

What colors light within your mind upon the utterance of autumn? Mine, I’m sure, are not like most. Oh, I do, indeed, love autumn. I love the colors, the sounds, the smells. More than not, however, I am usually drawn to the overcast days baring steel gray skies as backdrop to dark dampened bark and leaves which permeate outwards rich hues of red and orange from deep inside. Normally, this richness is blotted out by the bright overwhelming sun, like that of a photograph overexposed.

Today was different. Out on an errand in the early afternoon I was compelled to delay course and detour through the park. The brilliance of the blue sky was richly intense, and I dared to find something worthy as accompaniment. Disappointment began to set when suddenly a glimmer, warm and vivid drew my eyes and turned my head.

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Rising above the crest of a hill, golden flecks dance in the wind; the brilliant blue sky, a perfect contrast to the golden glow. My father’s favorite of the fall colors, and in this moment, I must wholeheartedly agree. Appearing nearly translucent, these leaves of golden yellow blaze, enhanced as the full sun washes upon….., nay, permeates throughout their every fiber of being, illuminating to the fullest their glorious beauty within.